It is neither the joy, the wonder of discovery, nor the simple act of being heard and understood, but the sum which exceeds the parts, to be a conduit for the collected gems of nature, turned in the sunlit hand, and the glinting childlike joy of appreciating such divine gifts in the eyes of another. Thou they may not be seen, those eyes are surely felt, not so much in the reading, but with full anticipation, in the creative act of written expression.

Kudos. Your mission is an inspired service to writers. As C.S. Lewis said, we write to know that we are not alone. We live in a hyper connected, yet often lonely, digital age. Praise be that we can make use of that challenge by grasping the opportunity to share, be it no locally with our soul tribe. We write that our words may reach the Heaven of another's heart.

I am now deep in writing my next book, which I expect to be my masterwork, at least in the sense of its scope. I am incorporating my clinical models of accelerated self healing of body and soul into a grand cosmic and theological model or practical theory of practically everything. I love how natural law continually engages us in its mysteries, unfolding layer upon layer of meaningful relationships, leading us on the path to greater understanding and Sophia, wisdom.

As a grade school student I fell in love with the simple beauty of the haiku form. This developed into a general affinity for poetry and ultimately even poetic prose.

I thoroughly enjoy the God given autonomy of the personal quest, in this case for the structuring of my own developing body of knowledge. As a contextual or relational thinker, I tend to always want to break out of any box, especially if a rule of law is laid down by man upon man. Enough for me are the challenges of discerning the Divine Lawgiver's hand in this maze of life. The few books I have collaborated on with more conventional publishing methods have been worthy projects, to be sure, but when I am constrained by a remote editor to withhold information, thoughts I feel compelled to share for the common good, I strain at the bit for the freedom of open air.

Spiritual children, spiritual brothers, sisters, and more teachers yet to be met in flesh, or perhaps not until we meet in spirit. Nevertheless, family are we, and closer still when we share the intimacy of our minds.

My theory of everything is the stage for all that follows... A university to research the questions too large for most to approach. A creative and autonomous culture of healing, growth and abundance. A calling and will to serve Divine Will. Also, a compilation of a life's poems...

I grew up in upstate New York, spending the summer of my early years at Glen Royal, my great grandfather's summer home overlooking Burden Lake. In my student years through high school, that summer communion with nature was enjoyed at The Lodge, a remote and cozy cabin tucked in the tall, whispering pines near the 90 foot Barberville Falls. When I studied Earth Sciences at Dartmouth, I learned how Snake Hill that loomed with cliffs of quartz above our Lodge was the meeting place of continents, a proto Europe and America, where a proto Atlantic Ocean had disappeared into the upfolding of the Appalachian mountains. I still live in awe and fascination with the endless beauty and patterns in nature.

My favorites are the intrepid explorers of the outlying lands of nonfiction held as fiction by those who would keep the doors of perception closed, even locked. I always appreciate reference works of broad scope and utilitarian combination of both depth and simplicity. As Einstein said, a model should be as simple as possible... And no simpler!

Often it is my research and writing. Or when I am immersed in nature, my other sanctuary, it is my morning ritual to intentionally lie awake in free contemplation of the day until my body rises without a direct act of the will.

Often it is either healing, teaching or pitting myself against the elements of nature, as I describe in my introductory book The Shire: Glendalf's Guide to Cultivating Your Future Self.

I search a topic of special interest and download all the samples! I read each one, taking digital notes - I love it! When I find that special read that begs to be completed, I pray and grace finds a way...

I remember writing an award winning short story in 8th grade about a cyber commuter. At the time, it was pure science fiction, but now could be called prophetic. I have always held a special interior connection with the future - my own as it keeps turning out, as well as a deep personal ecology with the absolute nonlocal, the transcendent. Perhaps it is also related to my empathic distance healing work, and other facets of my life that to me seem so right and normal, though they may defy the norms of the time and culture.

I am a collector. As a child, I would get waylaid picking up each fascinating rock and pebble. Look at the stripe on this one! Now I like to lay out and share my collections of ideas. My prayer is that my readers will find among them gems of their own liking and utility.

Kervran's Biological Transmutation of the Elements because it shows how little we still know of life.
Tolkien, because he weaves a richly textured cloth with meaning embedded as much in context as content.
Aquinas, because he dives head first into every deep pool of contemplation.
Spitler's Syntonic Principle, because he was and is so far ahead of the times.
That book I once saw and must find again... A theory of everything tome that lived up to its claim.

The first story book I remember is a children's picture book on the early life of Christ. I remember being fascinated with the concept uniting God and man, and asking my mother what must have seemed a potentially infinite stream of questions. Most of all, I remember her last answer, about what Jesus was like as a child my age. With great maternal wisdom she answered simply. I am sure he asked a lot of good questions, just like you! Thanks, Mom! You got me good with that one.

Nonfiction, mostly on natural health and spirituality.

I love working on my own artwork, despite the limitations of doing it with the constraints of living with a vow of poverty. Still, the real richness in life seems to come along with active participation.

Ipad

It is itinerant... Wherever I may be.

I love to give my books away. Yes, please do ask!